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One Door Closes	By : stephfarrow94 Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 3516 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-One Door Closes
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- 4-4
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- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
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- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
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When Grell opened his eyes, it was to a searing white pain that blinded him. He cried out as he tried to roll onto his side.
“Don’t move.”
Grell instantly froze at William’s voice. He had no idea where he was, but he knew that he couldn’t be in that alley still – it was too warm and he was laying on something soft. A bed, perhaps? But… No matter where he was, why was William here with him and sounding so… caring?
“…” Grell gulped. “…Will…?”
“Yes.” William sighed. “God, I swear, Sutcliff, one day you are going to give me a heart attack.”
“…”
“The doctors said that if I didn’t bring you to the hospital when I did, you would have died.” William continued on in a soft tone that Grell was unused to hearing from the Spears. “A death scythe was pushed straight through your chest – probably yours, considering the amount of damage.”
“…” Grell lifted his head towards William’s voice. He wasn’t blinded by pain right now, but his vision was still fuzzy and unfocused. He closed his eyes once again as he waited for his vision to clear. It was then he realised that he wasn’t wearing his glasses. He mumbled, “…M-my glasses…”
“They’re right here.” William noticed that the red-head flinched and pulled back as he raised his hand to slip the red glasses onto Sutcliff’s face. He couldn’t help but feel his heart clench painfully. “The doctors thought that it would be better for you to sleep without them on.”
Grell was glad that he could see a little better now. Maybe his vision still wasn’t perfect, but at least he could recognise objects and William. He looked around for Ronald, but he was upset to find that the only bed that was occupied in this room was his own.
“Where’s Ronnie…?” Grell whispered. He knew that he needed to watch his words lest William snap at him.
William shrugged. “I don’t know – I didn’t see him anywhere.”
Grell frowned. He pushed himself into a sitting position despite the pain it caused. He batted away William’s hands as they approached him. “You didn’t even look for him…?”
“What was I supposed to do, Grell?” William asked. Grell was surprised that the elder hadn’t snapped at him just yet. “I already told you – if I didn’t get you here, you’d be dead. Why would I leave you alone so I can find that whore?”
“Because…” Grell chewed on his bottom lip. “…Because he’s my subordinate and I love him… I-I… I couldn’t protect him, Will… And you just left him… I-I… I don’t even know if he’s still alive… What they did to him… I don’t know… A-anything…”
William sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Sutcliff… If it really means this much to you… I’ll go and look for him…”
“Will…” Grell was in shock – why was Will doing this for him…?
“I’ll be back soon.” Was all William replied with before he walked out of the door, leaving a dumbfounded Grell behind.
-XX-
When Undertaker opened the front door to his shop, he was rather shocked to find Ronald lying on his porch step, covered in blood and looking extremely feeble. He leant down and lifted the weak Reaper into his arms before bringing him into the shop. He turned the sign on the door to closed and locked the door behind him.
“Was I wrong in ignoring what Will said…?” Undertaker whispered to himself as he carried the injured Reaper into the back of the shop. “If the boy is this hurt… What about Grell?”
Terror and concern gripped Undertaker, but he knew that with Ronald in this state, he couldn’t just leave the boy alone and go search for Grell. Besides – he knew how much William hated the childish Death God, so what if he had found Grell and just took the red-head? It sounded like something William would do.
As Undertaker laid Ronald on the bed, the boy whimpered in his oblivious state, reaching up to grip at Undertaker’s robes. The elder Shinigami merely reached down and gripped the small hands in a gentle manner, guiding them down to the bed.
“It’s okay,” Undertaker whispered. He reached out and brushed hair from Knox’s eyes. “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you. Shh…”
Ronald seemed to relax at Undertaker’s voice. He stopped whimpering and feeling around for someone to grab. In fact, his eyes opened barely halfway for a few seconds before closing again fully as the young Reaper slipped back into unconsciousness.
Undertaker sat on the bed beside Ronald, stroking the blonde-black hair for a few minutes as he thought desperately. He needed to know if Grell was okay, but he also needed to take care of Ronald… But the question of how the younger had wound up on his doorstep in this condition after being reported missing in action along with Grell…
“What happened to you, Ronald…?” Undertaker whispered. “I need to know if Grell is alright or not… Grell…”
Almost as if it were fate, there was a loud banging on the front door. Undertaker could see that it was disturbing Ronald as the younger was now frowning and whimpering again in his sleep, so he quickly hurried to let the visitor in.
To his surprise, William had returned. The man wore a sombre expression.
“May I come in?” William’s voice even had that depressed edge to it. Undertaker raised an eyebrow which, of course, was hidden behind his unruly fringe.
Undertaker nodded and stepped back to allow William entrance to the shop. He knew that something was wrong and if his suspicions were correct, he was about to find out what had happened to Grell.
“I’m correct in saying that Sutcliff still hasn’t returned.” William stated. “Well, as much as I don’t want to… He would want me to tell you this… I found Sutcliff…”
Undertaker stayed silent – he still had to find out as to the state that Grell was in when he was found.
“…I took him immediately to the hospital.” William continued on. Undertaker could see that William was breaking. The man’s shoulders were shaking from what he assumed to be withheld emotion and his voice was cracking. “…The doctors said that I was just in time… It was a demon attack… From what I could gather, there were more than a dozen of those hell-dogs… One of my Reapers had put up a good fight… Killed most of them… But Grell took his own Death Scythe to the chest…”
A few tears dribbled down William’s cheeks and he fisted his jacket.
“…I… I have never felt so scared… I thought I was going to lose him… Grell asked me to find Knox… I-I can’t say no… After all, I almost got Grell killed… It’s all my fault… I could’ve sent someone else… I could’ve sent Eric and Alan… But I sent Grell… And now I have to face him and tell him that Knox cannot be found…”
Undertaker didn’t know what to say. Grell was alive, at least, but a Death Scythe injury? That could have killed Grell straight away! Wait… If Grell had been hit with it, then what about Ronald…? Could that be why the younger was so frail…?
“…Ronald is in the back room…” Undertaker said quietly. “…He appeared on my doorstep…”
William nodded. “Show me the way.”
Undertaker was hesitant, but he could see just how badly this was affecting the Spears. He honestly didn’t know why William cared about Grell to this extent after having treated him like vermin for so many years.
“…He’s in here.” Undertaker walked slowly down the hall. He pushed open the squeaking door that led to Ronald’s resting place and stopped, blocking entrance to William. “If I let you in this room, you are not to lay a single hand on him or Grell…”
William just nodded. Undertaker reluctantly moved out of the way of the door and let William walk in. The silver-haired male watched carefully for any signs of malice, but he could see none so far.
“Knox…” William stood by the bed and stared down at the younger. His facial expression still existed of a frown, but inside his body his emotions were conflicting. He wanted to care about Ronald, feel concerned about his wellbeing, but at the same time he couldn’t get over his hate for the kid – hate for having made Grell love that brat more than him.
“I haven’t had a chance to look him over or clean him up.” Undertaker spoke softly as he moved to stand beside William. “I don’t know the extent of his injuries.”
William remained silent. He reached out and placed a hand on Ronald’s cold cheek. He stroked it for a few seconds before he removed his hand and turned back to Undertaker. “You look after him. I’ll return to Grell with the news of his survival.”
Undertaker nodded. He watched William leave the room, but when he turned back to Ronald, he couldn’t help but think, ‘What survival? This kid isn’t going to make it…’
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